Oh earth, wait for me

Pablo Neruda

Return me, oh sun,

to my wild destiny,

rain of the ancient wood,

bring me back the aroma and the swords

that fall from the sky,

the solitary peace of pasture and rock,

the damp at the river-margins,

the smell of the larch tree,

the wind alive like a heart

beating in the crowded restlessness

of the towering araucaria.


Earth, give me back your pure gifts,

the towers of silence which rose

from the solemnity of their roots.

I want to go back to being what I have not been,

and learn to go back from such deeps

that among all natural things

I could live or not live; it does not matter

to be one stone more, the dark stone,

the pure stone which the river bears away.